Unsuccessful night would be an understatement. For the first time in months Kandie had slept outside with no one to keep her company other than the occasional harassment by a homeless man. The night before she had to work a late shift at Jorri Rae's, and when she got off she realized her liquor had been stolen. She wandered aimlessly only to find a bottle of gin lying in the bushes next to Wilshire Towers. it was half empty and probably contaminated in some way, but she was too desperate. She drank the rest of the bottle and passed out on the bench in the back alley.
She woke up with a throbbing head ache. Kandie stood, took a few steps, and then vomited. A jogger coming by passed just as she threw up, but he didn't bother to stop. Staggering to Jorrie Rae's, Kandie couldn't decide if she should even work today. But, thinking about the money she went on in and began her shift. Quickly, however, the manager at the diner realized she had to send Kandie "home". Kandie had thrown up on a customer she was waiting on. So, disgusted, angry, and tired Kandie walked around to the front of the diner lied down in the grass and looked up. She didn't want to drink, she didn't want to have sex, and she really didn't even want to talk to anyone. After an hour of relaxing she was awakened by a loud truck and a few men talking. Some fancy armor car was stalled in front of the diner. Kandie was curious0- how much money was exactly in the truck? Who were these men and where was this money going? On any other day Kandie would be drunk and have the energy to approach them, but not today. Kandie was just plain sick (probably from the gin) and she didn't plan on getting up or talking anytime soon.
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